So, I know it’s been a while since I wrote a blog post. I’ve been working on a big one actually. I’ve written and rewritten it several times, trying to find the right words to convey my thoughts. So, that’s still in the works.
But the past few weeks have been a little crazy in our world. My husband has been traveling lately for work, just an overnight trip here and there. Still, whenever he’s gone, everything is just a little skewed, a little off. I don’t sleep as well. I tend to stay home. Even one of my dog’s tummies starts to whine and grumble when he’s away. Our world definitely misses him when he is gone.
Then, last Friday, my husband came home from work not feeling well. He said he was dizzy and his stomach and head both hurt. Well, Saturday morning, we found out what happened. He got the stomach bug. It was probably from one of his recent trips, the airports and airplanes known for carry just those types of bugs. Of course, considering where we live (Dallas), we had to reiterate to family that he did NOT have Ebola (he never had a fever, just stomach issues and headaches from dehydration). He’s much better today, and will probably be headed back to work tomorrow.
That wasn’t really what we had planned this weekend, though. You see, now that I’m in the full swing of my second trimester (please read my previous post if you haven’t already), I want to try to get some things done before the uncomfortable third trimester. I know that holidays will be in going on at that point, and then in the New Year, it will be all about getting work and the final touches together before baby comes. (I know I’m feeling better just based on the fact that my obsessive planning brain is back, and that I actually care about the to do lists in my head. Before, most of my to do list was “don’t throw up, don’t throw up, don’t throw up).
So what we were SUPPOSED to do this weekend was set up the guest room in a new room of the house, so we could have the present guest room turn into a nursery (not completed of course, but at least be a blank canvas for our dreams). I was going to go through all the fall decor I have stored and purchase any new pieces for the year (which is one of my favorite past times during the holidays – walking through the aisles of marked down holiday decor at the craft stores, or picking up supplies to make one of my own). We also had some other baby-related projects coming up that I wanted to start planning as well, which is hard to do during the week, so I had reserved this past weekend to do that as well.
But instead, I spent the weekend cleaning our house, sanitizing, and looking after my husband. I don’t mind doing any of these things (and actually enjoyed looking after my sweet guy who is never sick), but it just put things off that I had planned to do. Then I thought, what better way to get prepared for a baby than to have our best laid plans go to waste due to family illness? How many times in the future will trips be cancelled, outings be put on hold, or projects be put off because our kid is sick or hurt themselves or just simply wants to throw a tantrum all. day. long. Maybe this weekend was the best preparation we could have had for our future endeavors.
So, all in all, I would say this was a “wonderfully, messy, did not going according to plan” kind of plan that we could have had. Our life may never be good enough for pinterest, our home may never contain the perfect decor at just the right time for every season, but I would take our unedited, blurry picture of a life over anything else any day of the week.